Sometimes, I will hug you,
hold you so tightly
with the force of love—
like the force of gravity
fusing atoms inside the sun.

Our souls will merge,
radiating light
to the galaxies.

Other times, I will hold
just a single finger of yours,
and it will feel like the spark
that starts a chain reaction
in a nuclear reactor—

powerful enough
to ignite a warmth
that spreads through every part of me,
filling my world
with light and heat.

By now these bitter winds should have blown me apart.
This void of emptyness I carry inside is heavy.
Time no longer moves.
It twists....
                 ...  and warps... slows...
                                                    Almost stops.

This blackhole holds the light prisoner, illuminating all the wrong I've done.

Heartbreak is emotional entropy,
an inevitable unraveling, where love's warmth fades into the void, leaving only the cold, scattered remnants of what once was whole.

And as time stretches,
the heart begins to wane
it’s capacity to give, to hold,
to burn with the same intensity
growing dimmer and dimmer with each heartbreak.

For like energy lost to heat,
the heart's strength dissipates,
Unable to return to its original state.

Body of a long night in the suns,
Existence as we know it.
Ocean of absence & matter,
Of gas & solid
In equal coexistence
Within these systems upon systems.

Time & motion,
The yin & yang.
The delicate balance
They maintain
Allows for each to live.

Without one,
The other ceases to exist.

Without motion,
Velocity & acceleration,
There would be nowhere
For which time to go.

Without time,
Duration & interval,
There would be nothing
For motion to travel.

Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.

Webs of stories form beliefs,
influencing actions,
creating a concept of me—
until I become myth.

A synthesis of cells,
speaking electric tongues,
a possession of matter
by patterns that think.

Through a brain and a spine
and everything between,
a unity emerges:
scattered fragments
woven whole.

Interactions form bonds,
all the way up, all the way down.
Outside and within:
culture consuming society,
society consuming self.

Self devours body,
body devours mind,
biology consumes chemistry,
chemistry consumes physics,
down to quantum foam.

Sometime in a quantum flux, a particle imagined us,
Thought creation worth a fling, and threw the dice to start this thing.

A particle that thinks it’s God? I know that sounds a little odd,
But even worse, it has a vice, a particle that plays with dice.

if all the universe is entangled
if we are all opposites in order to exist
intertwined
we are tied, we are
victims of fate, bound
by the very nature of the impossible
but measuring renders particles split apart
cut that crimson thread that binds us
for we know our truth
the probability
            the possibility
now certainty
ceased to exist
and so once again we’ll search
left in a maze
left in the dark
my tears won’t reach you
and your scars won’t be mine